When Parents Play

Stationary and borderline unblinking, Robert stood rooted like a gargoyle before the living room window, gawking vigilantly through the large pane of glass. Obscured by the solar flares bouncing off the surface from the other side, he had resided there unashamed for an undefined time, cheeks heated, and a salivating mouth gaping open.

So invested was Rob in his pursuits, that he neglected to guard his rear. From behind crept a 5'4", dark-blonde, hazel-eyed predator and wrapped her paws around the unsuspecting victim.

"And what do we have here?" Purred Nicole, a triumphant grin plastered across her gorgeous face. "Perving over some teenage girls, are we?"

Rob startled back alive, shame overtaking him. "N- no, I- I..."

"Babe, chill!" Nicole giggles sliding her fingers down his waist and prodding at his semi-erect member through his pants. "Did you really think I'd be mad?"

"N- no, I- I just..." Robert stutters, his pulse still emulating the aura of a frightened rabbit. "You just scared the shit out of me!"

Nicole giggles again, slowly undoing her husband's fly. Even at 37, she was keeping up with her workout routine, sporting a toned body and a round ass. Save some wrinkles and a different hairdo, she was damn near a carbon copy of the teenager he had first felt in love with. "So, anything particular in our backyard that caught your interest?"

Robert grunts as his wife liberates his penis and slowly begins to stroke the twitching manhood, his gaze again tempted by the display outside the window.

On the patio, in the sizzling summer heat, lay not one, but three eighteen-year-old girls. Having invested in a large, inflatable pool this year, their daughter had required little effort to persuade her two best friends to come hang out.

Rob had not even intended to spy on them, yet he had ended up before the window anyway, watching the trio go from playing in the pool in their bikinis to marinating in the sun.

On the left rested Millie; a short, chestnut-haired little thing riding that delicate curvy line between chubby and thick, with wide hips and knockers you could rest a toddler on top of. To the right basked Brianna; a slender, milk-chocolate-skinned girl with dark curly hair, her modelesque frame perfectly supporting a small, tight butt and A-cup tits.

Finally, center stage, sunbathed a 5'2" beauty, sporting her mother's exact plump lips and thin, slightly sharp nose. Nelly had hair forged from bright, shimmering gold, cute freckles vastly enhanced by the summer sun, and clear-blue eyes currently shielded behind some trendy-looking sunglasses; also being a sportsy little gremlin, their daughter's toned body, with muscly thighs and a firm ass, curved hips, visible abs, and round, perky breasts were nothing short of an erotic piece of art.

"What would you do to them?" Nicole sighs, her voice heated. She moves her soft hand faster across his shaft, her own gaze joining in caressing the three eighteen-year-olds.

"I want to use them," grunts Rob, letting his perverse lust spill out. "I want to make them all my slutty little whores!"

Robert himself was a 6'1", 38-year-old man with a handsome face, short dark hair, brown eyes, and a trimmed beard. Although he maintained a fair bit of muscle across the arms thanks to his job, he was not as active as his wife and daughter and had slowly begun accumulating a bit of a gut.

"God yes!" Nicole sighs, sliding her free hand down her trousers to send waves of pleasure through her own hot body as well. "Mmm, I want to see you fuck Millie's fat tits and slutty mouth... Aaahh... A- and see your thick w- white cock stretch Brianna's tight l- little... MmAahh... black pussy!"

Rob moans loudly, his dick twitching between his wife's fingers, his eyes caressing whatever she described.

"Or w- would you just go straight for your d- daughter wet fuckhole?" Nicole grunts, lost in dirty pleasure. "And make her c- cum all over your fat rod... AAahh... before you pump her f- full of your sticky daddy-cream and... MMmhh... m- make her little friends lick her pussy clean?"

"AAh fuuck Nicole, I'm gonna cum!" moans Rob.

As if Satan himself had intervened, the caressing hand vanishes, and the pleasure stops. His dick is left to twitch furiously in the empty air, searching futilely for that final bit of friction to goad the orgasm to completion.

A guttural lament of frustration leaves Robert's throat.

"Oh, don't be a baby," Nicole teases, pulling her hand out of her pants and setting off towards the kitchen. "Did you really think I'd let you waste all that amazing cum on the houseplants?"

Rob's torment becomes a lustful fire anew, sensing what's coming. He quickly pursues his wife into the next room, his stiff penis bobbing merrily as he walks. On the kitchen counter, he quickly discovers evidence to support his thesis; freshly baked cinnamon buns.

"See, I was baking for us all to have something to snack on, but there's one thing missing."

Rob's pulse was thumping, his dick swelling, certain he knew the perverse answer. "G- glaze?"

"Mhmm!" Nicole smiles, biting her lip seductively.

"You're not even gonna hide it in the dough or the filling? Don't you think she's going to notice?"

"Oh, please!" Nicole smiles. "We've been feeding Nelly your cream for three weeks straight, she's practically addicted to it. Though I can't guarantee Millie or Brianna's reactions of course."

"What?" Rob's eyes widened, watching his wife put three still lukewarm buns on a plate and place it on the table. "You're not going to...?"

"No, but WE are!" Nicole grins, her eyes glittering with that deep, nasty lust of hers.

"But... But..." He stammered. The risk was immense.

"Just trust me," his wife soothes. She re-wraps her soft fingers around his rock-hard erection.

"Aahh..." He sighs as Nicole again begins to jerk him off, knowing exactly how to please her husband.

"Mm, cum for me, baby," she coaxes, slipping her other hand back down to her dripping slit. "I want to watch my big, strong man feed... Mmaah... all three of those cute little teens with your thick, yummy cream!"

"AAhh fuck, Nicole, I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes, baby, give me your hot load!" Moans Nicole, pumping her husband as fast as she can.

"AAAHHHH YEEEEES!" Growls Robert, his body tensing as a flood of pleasure overtakes him.

The waves ripple through his body, past his contracting balls, and out his fat cock. With every new throb, he grunts, the pleasure multiplying from watching every new pump of hot sperm splash across the buns. Finally, as the orgasm slowly fizzles out, Nicole lifts the closest pastry off the plate and straight up wipes her husband's cock with it, gathering up the last few sticky dribbles.

"That one's for Nelly," she smiles, and sets it down with a slight gap from the other two, to make them easily distinguishable. "Now, let's-"

"Not so fast," says Rob, reeling the woman in, coping a feel of her slightly cone-shaped B-cups. "We are NOT done!"

"What do you mean?" She giggles playfully in his arms, her voice brimming with anticipation.

"If we're doing this, you're going to be a part of it too!"

"What do you mean?" She asks again, this time genuinely confused.

Rob chuckles, at the same time undoing his wife's pants, and quickly discards both them and her soaked-through panties onto the floor. "I'm not the only one the girls will have a taste of today."

"Ooh!" Nicole exclaims as the penny drops, then louder again when her husband's fingers start rubbing her clit. "OOohh!"

"So you wanna be a dirty girl?" Robert demands, wrapping his free hand around her throat.

"Yes, Sir!" Nicole sighs hoarsely. Often her filthy mind guided their lovemaking, but she adored it whenever he took charge, her eyes brimming with passion as she was happily subjugated into the submissive role.

"Then down on your knees, slut!"

Nicole complied before even he had finished the sentence, looking back up at her husband with trembling anticipation.

"Spread your legs and start pleasuring yourself like a good little whore!"

Nicole obeys, pushing her knees apart as far as she can, and starts going to town on her swollen clit.

"AAaahh!"

"Feels good, huh?"

"Y- yes, Sir!"

Robert picks up the plate with the buns, bends over, and slides it in under his masturbating wife. He then places himself before her, gazing down upon the gorgeous, dirty woman with nothing but eternal love.

"Now edge yourself, my little slut," he demands.

"Y- yes, sir!" Moans Nicole, carefully adjusting the pace to keep herself on the threshold. She had her head folded back, her frantically panting mouth hanging ajar, and her foggy, horny eyes were obediently locked on her dominator's face. The resemblance was uncanny to that of a well-trained dog, awaiting that magical command that allowed her to chomp away at an extra yummy treat.

As was custom whenever Nicole was being edged, her horny love hole quickly overflowed, and her juices began dripping like a broken faucet. Robert's cock made a swift recovery from the sight of his wife's bodily fluids hitting the target, mixing with his own, and getting soaked into the fresh-baked buns.

"Good girl," Rob smiles. "You like it, don't you? Feeding your own daughter and her friends your hot pussy juices?"

"It's so nasty!" Nicole moans, her tone suggesting anything but disgust. "Please, Sir, please let me cum!"

"Hmm..." He purposely delays his answer, waiting until his desperate wife's face is twisted into a tortured grimace from trying to resist the unwavering pleasure. "And why, my little slut, should I let you?"

"Because you want to see your slut... AAaahhm... B- be a dirty, nasty little whore and squirt all over these buns... Mmaahh... A- and then get off on watching our daughter eat her own mommy's pussy juices..."

Nicole always knew what buttons to push, even if edging her to absolute madness was one of the hottest things Rob knew. However, his penis was erect again, throbbing with forbidden lust and they both longed for the same thing.

"Good slut, you may cum!"

"Oh thank you, oh thank you," Nicole whines, now rubbing away at full speed. "Ooh fuck baby I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm... AAhh... AAHH... AAAAUUGGGHHHHHH!!"

Nicole's head snaps back as she tenses up, her eyes roll back into her skull and her entire body begins to tremble violently. Under her flicking fingers, her pussy starts to cramp, sticky love juice gushing out of her slick fuckhole and spraying over the plate.

Robert just watches the erotic display in awe. He doesn't dare touch his painfully hard dick, for although his very recent orgasm, he would probably cum from even a single stroke.

"Oh fuck... Oh baby... Ooh God..." Nicole babbles thickly, twitching and breathing unevenly as she slowly descends back from the heavens.

"I think the horny little slut enjoyed that," Rob teases, stroking his wife's hair.

"That's the nastiest thing I've ever done," Nicole sighs, shivering again as she thinks about it. "Fuck, baby, that was hot!"

"But we're not done yet, are we?" Rob says, feeling a tingle pulsate throughout his body.

"No," Nicole smiles, reaching for her husband's hand to assist her off the floor.

She brings the plate to the counter and switches the cinnamon buns onto a clean, less conspicuous-looking plate​. Rob then watches his wife fetch some regular, pre-made glaze, eerily similar in consistency and color to his personally made batch, and begin coating the pastries with it.

"Better camouflage the taste a little," she explains.

Rob understands the safety measure perfectly, only... "Hey, you forgot one!"

Nicole smiles shrewdly, "Nah, that's Nelly's. I think there's enough glaze on it as it is."

In theory, Rob agreed. Having applied a fair amount more of his cum onto their daughter's bun, as well as having been soaked in Nicole's orgasm, the third pastry was even now as well covered as the other two, without any complimentary sugar glaze.

"But, don't you think-"

"Baby, she hasn't gone a day for the past three weeks without asking or talking about your "secret ingredient". She's addicted to it and will love this, trust me!"

Worries and fear battled filthy desires in Robert's mind. Ultimately, he knew he wanted to witness this, and either way, the choice was taken away from him. Before his mental battlefield of morals had settled in any favor, his wife carried the defiled goodies out of the kitchen and into the dining room.

By the time Rob caught up she was already striding up to the door leading out to the patio.

"Nelly, sweetie, do you guys want some snacks? There's freshly made cinnamon buns."

Unsurprisingly, the three teenagers shuffled urgently into the house and claimed a seat at the living room table. Then in an eerily natural and non-conspicuous manner, Nicole managed to distribute the treats in such a way that the special one seemed to appear before Nelly at random.

Their daughter lifts her cream-drenched snack and sniffs it. "Daddy, did you help make them?" She asks hopefully.

"I did, sweetie," Rob says, having quickly seated himself to hide his raging boner. "But this time your mother added a little something too."

"Yes, honey," smiles Nicole, a slight blush visible on her cheeks, as she places some unaltered baked goods before her husband and herself. "Both your dad and I really poured our love over those buns today."

Robert's heart almost stops at the comment, but out of context, it seems the words are innocent enough.

"Oh, you guys are gonna love this!" Nelly chimes, before she leans forward and takes a solid bite out of the double-cum soaked bun. "Mmm..." She sighs, chewing delightedly. A bit of sticky goo has stuck to her plump upper lip, and Rob watches carefully as she licks it clean.

"There's something about it..." Pounders Millie, furrowing her brow as she chews and goes for another bite. "Like, mostly the aftertaste. Something familiar like... Oh, what is it, Mrs. Johnson?"

"She won't tell you," Nelly cuts in. "They're all annoying about it making me guess."

"Like you don't love trying to figure stuff out. Nelly always got furious if we gave hints to her birthday treasure hunts, no matter how badly she needed them."

"Well, I have no idea," says Brianna and shrugs, before serving herself another sticky bite. The thick, white sugar-cum glaze made an incredibly sexy contrast against her dark lips. "Tastes like a regular bun, I think... But I like it."

"What about you, Millie?" Asks Nicole, her voice strained to stay unbothered.

"Yes?... Maybe?" Millie looks confused. "Whatever you added is throwing me off a bit. God, I have to figure out what it is it tastes like!"

"Well, I LOVE it!" Approves Nelly. She doesn't even go for the bun this time, but slides her tongue across the top of the treat and gathers up a gooey wad of her mom and dad's hot juices. The display almost makes Rob cum in his pants. "Mmm, it's so GOOD, especially the glaze. And whatever you added Mom, it tastes even better than usual!"

"I- I'm glad you like it," Nicole almost pants. She regards their daughter with the same look in her eyes as Rob, looking like she was being eaten out under the table.

Once the three eighteen-year-olds finish their treats, Nelly being the fastest, neither of the two adults has as much as nibbled at their own.

"That was so good," Nelly exclaims gleefully, licking residue cum off her lips and fingers. "Is there any more?"

"That's enough for now, or you'll ruin your appetite for dinner," Nicole smiles.

"Aaw," Nelly pouts. "Well, then we're going back outside." She gets up, moves her golden hair out of her face, and strides back towards the patio. Rob almost has a hernia trying not to check out his daughter's bikini-dressed body in front of her friends.

"Thank you for the buns, Mr. and Mrs Johnson," Says Millie and Brianna, following their friend's example. This time, with all the young girls' backs turned, Rob allowed his eyes to wander across their teenage bodies, until they all disappeared out of sight.

The moment they are gone, Nicole gets up and grabs her husband's hand, pulling him urgently upstairs.

As the two out-of-their-mind horny parents lock themselves into their bedroom to fuck long and hard, their own cinnamon buns remained forgotten on the dining room table, pristine and untouched.

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Three days later, Rob stands in the kitchen loading the dishwasher. They've just finished dinner, and having served their unquenchable daughter another dish topped off with her parent's creamy love, he was all hot and bothered.

To his delight, his darling wife slid up behind him at that very second, as if conjured out of his horny mind.

"Mmm, baby," he sighs, kissing her deeply.

"Well, doesn't someone just love watching his daughter munch on her parents cum." She teases, stroking his semi through his pants.

"Get those pants off and get up on the table," Rob demands desperately.

"Nuh-uh," Nicole smiles mischievously. "You'll have to wait."

"What? Why?" Rob groans.

"I was thinking," Nicole mused. "We've become very blatant about feeding Nelly of late. The only reason she hasn't realized what our secret ingredients are is because she's clearly never had sex or tasted cum. Sooner or later she will, and she'll immediately recognize it."

"And...?" Rob wasn't sure where she was going with this.

"Well, I think there's a way bigger chance of her not hating us forever if, you know, we admit to it ourselves... And now when Tyler is away at camp we have a little bit of wiggle room."

"Sooo... What are you thinking?"

"It might be better if you don't know," Nicole says mysteriously. "You do trust me, right?"

"Of course!" With everything they've done together, it was impossible not to.

"Good," she smiles.

Later that night, Rob was in bed looking at his laptop. He was still immensely horny and had a hard time focusing. For pretty much the first time had he been repeatedly denied sex, and he wasn't sure how he was ever gonna be able to fall asleep.

Though honestly, Nicole seemed if possible even more distracted. She was fidgeting with her book, barely turning a single page for the last half-hour, and was constantly checking the time on her phone. Robert was about to irritably ask what part of her plan necessitated them both suffering from blue balls, when she put aside the paperback and got up, slipped out of the bedroom, and disappeared.

Had she not acted in such a conspicuous manner he might've thought she had just gone to the bathroom. A moment later those suspicions were confirmed when she returned and waved for him to come with.

"What's going on?" Rob whispered as he snuck along behind his wife.

"Shhh!" Was all he got in return.

Down the stairs, they went, through the hall, and over to their daughter's closed bedroom door. Slowly Nicole pushed it open, took Rob's hand, and led him inside. It was dark, and before his pupils adjusted, all he could distinguish was the typical deep breathing sounds of someone sleeping. Before Rob had any time to try and figure out what the hell was going on, Nelly's bedside lamp lit up.

He stares shocked at his wife. What the hell was she doing?

"Don't worry, baby," Nicole whispers, smiling playfully at him.

Rob blinked stupidly where he stood in only his boxers, looking between his wife and sleeping daughter. Nelly was a deep sleeper, sure, he had throughout the years often carried her from the sofa to her bed without her waking up. Also, her alarms tended to screech on for minutes and minutes before her consciousness caught up.

However, if Nicole planned something along with what he thought, Nelly always did wake up after a while, depending on the amount of noise, movement, and light.

Rob regarded his wife, her calm and her confidence. Had she drugged Nelly or something?